Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.